Sweet Tooth

Large, almond-shaped and honey-filled
Set in mulatto latte skin
Sugar in hard clear crystals, her
Smile of rock candy peppermint

A boyish face and manly hands
His sweet tooth hidden in his smile
Skin like the crust of pot pie
Hinting, comfort food for a while

Solid sweetness melts in his mouth
Holding softness in his hands
They are both all sticky now
Honey begins to understand

She fills his pot with her sweet
Soft little sandwiches, no crusts,
Made with peanut butter, honey,
And thick sticky marshmallow fluff.

Standing in a brand new kitchen
Asking “Where's the steak?”
Honey holds up her sandwiches
Hoping he'll take them, for her sake.

The topping to his fudge sundae
naive concerns and petty fears
Almonds turned to little slivers
are lightly salted with her tears

His sweet tooth turned to cavity
The very thing that drew him in
Black and rotting for all to see
A stain on his smile saccharine

Hard plastic underneath him now
White gloves and drill replace her taste
The Novocain can't numb the pain
Of all the time, the gourmet waste

Okay, I still don't have a good ending for this one. So, I am leaving it as it is. Suggestions?